Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Liechtenstein and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lee Hazlewood to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Music Machine,
The Pretty Things,
The J.B.'s,
Skarface,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Angels of Light,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stetsasonic,
Sun Ra,
Magma,
Dawn Penn,
The Gladiators,
Harry Pussy,
Sarah Menescal,
Qualms,
Tomorrow,
Pagans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aural Exciters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sonics,
Funky Four + One,
Kaleidoscope,
Accadde A,
Cecil Taylor,
T. Rex,
Joe Finger,
Nik Kershaw,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scott Walker,
Danielle Patucci,
Bad Manners,
Fluxion,
Nas,
Crooked Eye,
Blake Baxter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Visage,
Skriet,
Faraquet,
Jeff Mills,
Kayak,
Bang On A Can,
Lyres,
Hardrive,
Can,
The Fortunes,
Bluetip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Sherman,
Isaac Hayes,
MDC,
Gang of Four,
Dave Gahan,
Zero Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Agent Orange,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.